One glorious morning, I was typing up the Bible verses, and I see a car coming down my drive. :)
I’m looking at them driving up, typing verses, and thinking, shew just when I sat down to get the verses typed, read some blogs, moderate comments some one is coming down the drive.
I greet them at the door. Two wonderful young ladies who proceeded to ask, “Would you like to talk about Jesus?
:) :) :) :) :) I can’t add enough smiles. My answer was, “I’d love to talk about Jesus”
For the next hour at least we did just that. Who do they think Jesus is? Why?
At this point I felt like so many of my elders before me asking, who are your people? You know, have they found the LORD yet or are they still waging war with God?
What do they believe?
I like to know who and what I am dealing with.
I feel, the LORD gives us His Word to not just have the right answers but to have the right question. AND to ask those right questions out of love and not judgment. I’m not mounting an attack. I truly love to talk with someone who has faith, and talk to some one who doesn’t.
I want to know all about it. It isn’t going to change what I believe. Arguing isn’t going to change how they feel.
If anything it puts people on defense.
No one likes being told they are wrong. WHY? Because they know they are wrong.
I don’t have to point this out. God is showing them every day.
If my son (or anyone) asks me, “Mom, is it wrong…” I will interrupt here and say, If you have to ask, you already know the answer.
My son already knows what is right. God’s Word that lives inside him(everyone) lets him know that. The LORD, and His Spirit trying to communicate to him, is always pulling us to do right.
Anyway back to the day the Sisters showed up :)
These little children were full of God’s Love. His Word. It was delightful. It was a blessing :) We talked verses, prayed, and talked about Jesus.
They asked if they could come back the next week. I asked if there is anything they’d like to talk about in particular next week.
Their answer was Jesus :)
Praise the LORD.
They visited me until their time here for their mission was finished. We talked about Jesus. Our Saviour. A sweet smelling savour for the LORD. We always prayed.
Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children;
And walk in love, as Christ has also loved us, and hath given Himself for us as an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour. Ephesians 5:1-2. Note here: this is a good reason to read the Old Testament because we really get an understanding of God, and what sacrifices meant, sweet savours, gifts, praise, psalms. What all that represented. I don’t understand all of it. But the more I read it, the more I learn.
And the more I appreciate the sacrifice of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
The Sisters brought new girls.
The new girls didn’t last.
They were like all the other “religions” that have knocked on my door, wanting to talk about Jesus but ran away as soon as I started talking about Jesus :) :) hehehe. Which is fine. Maybe they thought that I didn’t need their help and would run off and try to save another soul. It is more than I am doing :) Who am I to judge :)
Lord thank You for blessing every one who is reading this, and I ask You in Jesus name to bless every one who is not reading this :)
** I wrote this a couple of years ago. If you visit me, you know that we have relocated for a new job. I haven’t had any one showing up at my door wanting to talk about Jesus since arriving here but at our home back in North Carolina this happened often.